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Love/Hate

There are some who are swept up in love’s sweet embrace.

And there are some who wish to slap it in the face.

The ones who feel love feel the suns rays upon their skin!

and the others want nothing more than for them to keep it all in.

But love is freeing and pure, it brings joy!

Nah, love is just a clever marketers ploy.

No, I believe that true love will win out in the end.

Yeah! Because the more you love, the more you have to spend!

I think you’re just hurt from a past love gone wrong.

Well, yeah…we…we even had our own song.

You see this hurt inside is making your eyes blind to truth.

What do you mean? Of love I have no proof!

You do deep within, in your memories, there must be some good!

You know what you’re right…they’re coming back to me like a flood…

Think on your family, your friends, your successes

I am, and also thinking of that girl in the black tresses

Well, that too, and while you’re at it I must say, I love you…

I suppose you’re right, my true friend…and you know what? I love you too.

Word. Happy Valentine’s Day.

 


Stop.

A re-post. Sort of.

Light is dimming,
consciences slimming
nights are winning
it will never stop.
Wanting,
needing,
screaming for
our hearts to make it stop.


Leaders lying
children crying
in fields
oh, when will it stop?


Hurting,
awaiting,
searching for
a way to make it stop!


Desiring,
pleading,
asking for
this madness all to stop!


Killing goes on,
hearts grow harder
minds go numb
because it doesn’t stop!


Others taking…
their lives…
…for a chance to make it end.

The end is near.

My ear doth hear.

Mine eyes begin to see.

But will it never?

Won’t it ever?

Please, come make it,

S T O P .

Stranger III by latyrx



Will you Hate Me Forever, If I Told You The Truth?

Mm ba ba de
Um bum ba de
Um bu bu bum da de
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure – that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Um ba ba be
Um ba ba be
De day da
Ee day da – that’s o.k.
It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming ‘Let me out’
Pray tomorrow – gets me higher
Pressure on people – people on streets
Day day de mm hm
Da da da ba ba
O.k.
Chippin’ around – kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
Ee do ba be
Ee da ba ba ba
Um bo bo
Be lap
People on streets – ee da de da de
People on streets – ee da de da de da de da
It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming ‘Let me out’
Pray tomorrow – gets me higher high high
Pressure on people – people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don’t work
Keep coming up with love
but it’s so slashed and torn
Why – why – why ?
Love love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure we’re cracking
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance
Why can’t we give love that one more chance
Why can’t we give love give love give love give love
give love give love give love give love give love
‘Cause love’s such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the light
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure.

Word.

Tis’ the season of love is it not?  I wrote a status a while ago. Then recently I wrote another similar to the first:

I really don’t care if you’re gay or straight. 

I don’t even care of you’re slim or overweight. 
If you’re white or Latino, black or Filipino, you know none of that stuff really matters to me. 
Only thing worth knowing is God’s love, is free.

Then…I saw this and I had to share.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re atheist or Christian, Hindu or Muslim, straight, gay, transsexual, black or white, or anything and everything between. I love you. I care about you as people, as individuals. You are not targets to convert. You are people that I love and people I want to invest in. I want to love you in the best way I know how – and that’s loving you how Jesus does. Unconditionally. ♥”–Julianna Pardue

Many say I am an inspiration. I cannot claim that without feeling humbled greatly. But I will say love is indeed my greatest inspiration. And is the reason I do what I do. God’s Love. This is no preaching. Far from it.

Sometimes the very quote that you’re seeking out for inspiration…is in your very own heart.

Merry Christmas.

 

 

the title of this blog post was written by my wife Jennifer for a song we are writing.


This Message Brought To You By Hope

This quick message brought to you by Hope, perseverance and the letter T.

If you have an idea for a story.

If you have a picture you want to draw.

If you have an idea for a movie, or t.v. show.

If you have a sermon to share.

If you have a song to sing.

If you think you can.

If you…

believe you can…

Aspire no more,

and walk through that open door.

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Poetry Corner: A Short One About Sight

I see what perhaps many others do not.
Now my belief and my hope is all that I’ve got.

I feel like, maybe, you’ve never felt,
but I am making the most with this hand I’ve been dealt.

Though it is dark in my heart,
I choose to live in the light,

and continue to trust in the One…
who has given me  s  i  g  h t.

 

Word. 

CROSS by DarkAsteria

Let everything I see be through the Cross.

 


This Is For You

“Believe your voice can mean something.”

When you have love for the music, it only matters when some of it dies.

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I wrote this a while back…in memorium of all who’ve gone before us.
A Sound
He writes his words…
then out comes a sound.

it stirs my soul, pierces my heart,
this have I, found.

When you have love for the Music,
it only matters when a part of it dies.

So, until the next gifted soul
comes forward and tries…

…to change how we will feel
how we see, how we love.

we will drop everything!
right now, we will kneel…

…in a prayer for those who have left us.

We will move on,
make a change…profound,

from our hearts,
and continue…

…that awesome rock sound.

Profound.

Never will we silence our thoughts,

for we are

tuned to the wavelengths of the idea

that we believe our voices can mean something.


Poetry Corner: Cast Your Stone

I cast a stone into the depths to see what all will happen.

I wait, anxiously…for a sign.

I point my finger towards that sky and begin to count the stars.

I long for a time when wherever I may roam, will lead me straight to You.

Yes, there will come a time when I will happily retread my steps,

if only to prove to myself that I am where I should be.

As I lay my head upon the ground, for a chance to hear it coming

I am suddenly made aware of this truth, I heed that guitar…strumming.

I see You standing there,

You’re everything I thought…

…and more.


It’s Friday.

Jᴜsᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ I ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅs,
Nᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏᴇs.
Rɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ I ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅ
ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏsɪᴛᴇ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.
Nᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ
ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ
ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟɪғᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇ
ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜʀғᴀᴄᴇ.
Tʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ɪɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅ
ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ
ᴏɴ ᴍᴜʀᴍᴜʀɪɴɢ,
ᴏɴ ʜᴀᴛᴇ…
Tʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴇs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴇᴇɴ
ᴀɴᴅ sᴋɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘᴏɴ
Tʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡᴏɴ
Wᴏʀᴅs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ, “sᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴜɴɢ”
Pᴏᴇᴍs ᴛᴏ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ
Tʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɢʀᴏᴡᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ
ᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴇᴀʀᴄʜᴇᴅ
Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ
Tʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ɪsɴ’ᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴀᴅ
ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ Gᴏᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴏᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ “I ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀʏ I ᴀᴍ…I ᴀᴍ ᴍᴏʀᴇ!”
ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜs ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ

more than  you could imagine!

Broken Heart:by starry eyed kid


Poetry Corner:You Will Never Win by:Deana Hatfield

Evil is persistent, and so shall we be. Persistent in always picking ourselves back up, or always being strong enough to never be knocked down. –Aliza Bryant

You are always trying to tear me down

Push my buttons and bring me to my knees

You hate who I am and want me dead,

separate me, mutilate me from the one above

You try to break me, defeat me but I

will always rise above the beatings.

My heart may break and hurt, my mind

may be in battle and never rest but I

will always rise above the beatings.

You will never win, you will never take

me over, you will never turn my heart,

warrior by mzag

*breathe…breathe…

you will never win.


Poetry Corner: Want

Some years ago, before any idea for a full length books(s) entered my head, I wrote some poetry. This is one of them. I wrote it in the wake of so much tragedy around the world.

Light is dimming,
consciences slimming
nights are winning

it will never stop.

Wanting,
needing,
screaming for

our hearts to make it stop.

Leaders lying
children crying
in fields

oh, when will ever it stop?

Hurting,
awaiting,
searching for

a way to make it stop!

Desiring,
pleading,
asking for

this madness all to stop!

Killing goes on,
hearts grow harder
minds go numb

because it doesn’t stop!

Others taking,
their lives!
for a chance to make it end…

…because it’s near. My ear doth hear.

Mine eyes begin to see.

It will never…

oh! won’t it ever?

Please Come make it

S  T  O  P.

blind by brokenheartART

Stop the bullying. Stop the bigotry. Stop your radicalism. Stop the bible-thumping. Stop the hurt. STOP.


Poetry Corner:Look Again.

If at any time you fail to see, that I am in all things and all things are in Me,

…just look at a flower, gaze into the sky.

These things were made for YOU to enjoy…

and for YOU…

I would die.

 


Again.

 

We Own The Sky v 2 by JsoNsw_7

 

 

Psalm 148.

 

Be blessed.


Poetry Corner: “Nothing new”

Although you may not know it
by your first passing glance
I , too, know what it’s like
to be with no chance.

I, too, have been there, done that
as far as life goes,
and maybe I’m young
But I’ve had me some throes!

Just ‘cuz I’m smiling
Doesn’t mean I don’t fear,
you may have forgotten
no one knows what is near.

I, too, have worries and doubts my friend,
and made some mistakes
but this I know to the end…

…I am young but not naive
of life and some if it’s tricks
and I will continue to say this
until something sticks.

That although you may not see it
by your first judging glance,
I can show you what I know
If you give me a chance.


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